by Okanagan Life | Jun 15, 2012 | Culture
Softly gently courageously I Love self An invitation to be mighty is the path A warrior’s walk is my walk… Rawle James ends his poem with a loving smile. The audience breaks into applause. I’m at the Landmark Bean Scene Coffeehouse in Kelowna. It’s packed with people...
by Okanagan Life | May 15, 2012 | Culture
A giant metal hand sits on a track that runs along the ceiling. A hard push sends it lumbering across the room, the forged knuckles almost dragging across the cement floor. Down the hall, bushels of hair, severed and splayed, fill a darkened room. Down the hall,...
by Okanagan Life | Apr 11, 2012 | Culture, Music
It’s 1812, Lancashire, England. A weaver sits on an old stool over a damp floor, spinning cotton. There are rows of women to her left and rows to the right. The large cotton mill, airy and dark, whirrs and clicks to the spinning of thread. Up from the floor...
by Okanagan Life | Jan 13, 2012 | Culture
It’s a cold winter evening. I gather my jacket around me, tucking my hands into its folds and shrugging my shoulders to block the wind from my neck. I scurry into a warmly lit store, and see a table circled by eager 20-somethings, chatting and laughing as they pull...
by Okanagan Life | Nov 30, 2011 | Culture
I have a lovely family picture hanging on the fridge. In it, my grandmother, with her long black dress and cane, stands demurely to my left. My grandfather, with his pink curls and large breasts, smiles brightly to my right. Each time I pass it I am reminded of how...
by Okanagan Life | Oct 26, 2011 | Culture
Many years ago, while a young student in Mr. Miles’ art class at Kelowna Secondary, I dreamt of one day reaching some kind of artistic greatness, hopefully including a large body of impressive and ridiculously expensive paintings I’d make along the way. I had a few...
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